The Transmigrator Left Me a Nightmare. Now I’m Taking Over

Smack!

The blow snapped my head to one side, and my ears rang.

“Summer Leigh, how long are you going to keep this up?”

A furious voice came from above me.

I looked up and saw my second brother, Shane Leigh.

He was one of the country’s biggest stars, yet he’d once stood in line for three hours in the rain to buy me a limited-edition cake. Now he glared at me with pure fury.

The pool area was in chaos.

My so-called younger sister, Jocelyn Leigh, was soaked through and curled up on a lounge chair, shivering and coughing.

The man protecting her was Harrison Kane.

He was the untouchable heir to one of the capital’s most powerful families and the main target transmigrator had spent three years desperately trying to win over.

Harrison gently patted Jocelyn’s back, then looked at me.

“Mr. Leigh, I’ve certainly seen what your family considers good manners today. If Miss Leigh likes the water so much, perhaps she should spend the night in the pool and cool off.”

Shane’s expression darkened.

Then he turned to me and shouted, “What are you waiting for? Get over there and beg Jocelyn for forgiveness on your knees! If you really pushed her in and she drowned, I’d kill you myself!”

I said nothing.

Three years.

For three whole years, some inexplicable woman from another world had controlled my body.

I’d been trapped in a dark room, forced to watch her wear my face and paint it with vulgar makeup while she fawned over the men in their circle and caused one scene after another.

To win Harrison over, she’d even drugged him.

To get my three brothers’ attention, she’d targeted Jocelyn every day, crying, throwing tantrums, and threatening to kill herself.

She’d trampled my dignity and squandered every bit of affection my family had for me.

Now she’d left without a care, and I was stuck with the wreckage.

When I still didn’t move, someone on the other side of the ballroom scoffed.

My eldest brother, Mason Leigh, stood up and tossed a stack of papers at my feet.

“Stop expecting her to apologize. Someone like her is heartless.”

Mason looked down at me, his gaze devoid of warmth.

“Summer, we gave you countless chances over the past three years. You were the one who threw them away.

“Sign these papers severing your ties to the family. From today on, you’re no longer a Leigh.”

“Mason…” Jocelyn weakly lifted her head from Harrison’s arms.

“Please don’t do this. She only acted this way because she cares so much about all of you. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have come back…”

“Jocelyn, you’re too kind. That’s why she keeps bullying you.”

My third brother, Wesley Leigh, came over from the side.

“Summer, you have a serious mood disorder and paranoid personality disorder. As a doctor, I recommend immediate psychiatric treatment.

“Jocelyn was lucky to come away unharmed. Save what little dignity you have and stop while you can.”

Everyone in the ballroom watched, waiting to see how the once-spoiled Leigh heiress would be thrown out by her own brothers.

According to the memories left by the transmigrator, I should have thrown myself at Mason’s feet and sobbed that I was sorry, or screamed at Harrison that I’d been framed and Jocelyn had fallen into the pool by herself.

They were all waiting for me to lose control.

They expected me to fall to my knees and beg for their forgiveness like I had before.

But I didn’t.

I stood still and wiped the corner of my mouth.

It felt sticky.

I looked at the blood on the back of my hand for a second, then slowly crouched and picked up the papers severing my ties to the family.

“Where’s the pen?”